Today was some Orlesian holiday, judging by the chatter among Skyhold's bored nobles. Varric might have dragged up the name, but as it was, he preferred to stare directly into the fire.
Night of Miracles, that's what they called it. Varric snorted.
If only he'd gone with the Inquisitor. Then he'd be right there with her; facing the Fade once again, like a team. Possibly, it was an act of kindess; so Varric didn't have to be there when-
He heard her breath before he felt the hand on his shoulder.
"Surprised?" Hawke grinned.
"Never had a doubt." Miracles, indeed.
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